Stacy Russell Novels & Stories

Stacy breathed, “Zach!” “Ms. Stacy Lazaro, what are you doing here?” She rolled her eyes. Stacy was wearing a lacy-sleeve off-shoulder Lolita dress. It’s bar time, so she always reserved this dress whenever she goes to bar. Stacy picked up a cigarette, puffed it in between her cheeks, and lighted it up. Zach doesn’t smoke, but Stacy liked to show her true colors.

- she scrolled through the tablet's screen showing me the movie rankings and the loads of comments that trailed behind it. "It's really great, everyone is saying that Rose is a very admirable character. They love her personality and the vibes. You totally outshined Irina, a top star actress."- she chuckled, clapping her hands together like a shy girl who just found love. " So ~?." - I asked, feeling unperturbed. I pursed my lips in a thin line,such measly fame wasn't something to be all giddy about. They were often fleeting - they leave as quickly as they come. Besides, that wasn't my primary aim right now.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

He parted his lips to speak, but the corridor was invaded by interns and community volunteers. She looked the other way. Which was exactly what he knew better than to do. Stacy lay by the indoor pool at the Oden house, sipping mango juice and browsing a celebrity magazine that now bore her name on the sidebar. "Stacy Royce: Oden Matriarch in the Making?" She grinned at the headline. "Sweetheart," a voice came from behind her. It was Zack. She turned around, flashing her most angelic smile. "Uncle Zack. Swim?"

Katherine’s heart gave a little flutter, she knew it would be Stacy. She called out, “Come in!” and the door swung open to reveal her friend, a whirlwind of energy in a bright yellow sundress that seemed to capture the very essence of sunshine. Stacy’s hair was pulled into a playful ponytail, a few rebellious strands escaping to frame her face and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Sally slapped her hard on her cheek and Stacy didn't dare to cry as she gritted her teeth to hold back her tears. “Who is your aunt? Silly girl, keep on washing my you fool and stop lagging,” she flared hatefully at her. “Yes, ma'am,” The five years old Stacy whimpered as she continued washing her legs in the bowl. Each time Sally smokes, she will puff the smoke at Stacy’s face, making the small girl cough. ‘Oh lord, please send in Draco,’ Stay was praying in her mind as she washed Sally’s legs. Even though Draco is paid by Sally to look after her, Draco always happens to go against the rule and defend her.

he called. Duncan chuckled. "Already got your own manservant," he joked. Kelly shrugged with a sly smile and the looked up, seeing another girl emerge. "Duncan, Kelly, this is my other best friend, Stacy," Danielle said. "These are the people I was telling you about." Stacy had long, dark, curly hair, and was very pretty, with thin lips and tight smile. She waved sweetly at the two and nodded at her boyfriend when he gestured to ask if she wanted a cup.

Why had she come here? Stacy stepped up to the stage with a sharp click of her heels on the floor. "You think you can just expose Harry and walk away unscathed?" she asked in a poisonous tone. "Anita, you don't know what you're up against. You don't realise how serious this is. The tension in the room grew until Anita felt ill to her stomach. What did Stacy have to hide? Nathan tightened his hand around the microphone and squinted at Stacy. "Stacy, what are you discussing?" Stacy's lips twisted into a malicious smile. "You'll discover it in due time." Her eyes gleamed with pride as she looked to the audience. It's not just about Harry anymore. This is true all the way to the top.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

I had always been curious about Stacy, my stepsister. She was different from the girls I was used to. With her Armenian heritage, her dark hair and eyes were a stark contrast to my blonde, blue-eyed American look. She was curvy, with full breasts and hips that swayed when she walked. I found myself constantly noticing her, especially her ass in those tight jeans she loved to wear.